somewhere between a whisper and the breeze
there besides the river and the trees
I remember I remember
from here I see the field where she still lies
painting crayon clouds up in the skies
I remember I remember
and it`s a beautiful the world goes round with such innocence
and the crazy thing`s despite of what wisdom bring its so easy to forget
and it`s funny how a world goes round with no fear at all
and the crazy thing is when you`re given wings
you`re more afriad to fall
lost in side of fairy tales and dreams
in my heart is where she`ll always be
I remember me